Bitterness & Trust

I bit into an apple that I thought was still fresh.

I thought I had more time to enjoy it.

My teeth sank into the core—

Rotten.

Just like every single one that had come before.

The outside was mostly intact;

A few soft spots here and there but overall,

It showed promise.

It showed strength.

But the second I bit into it?

Regret.

There was no sweet taste on the tip of my tongue,

Only bitterness.

I spit it out, but the damage was already done.

I had made my mark.

I had taken my chance.

I could never go back.

And now I every time I pick up an apple,

I pause and remember the day I learned

To not be so trusting.